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Get Low motherfucker
the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, it is
JT Get Low motherfucker what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin with us
Now (what goes comes around)
I'm puttin this clique up nigga all you niggaz
Now get it

[Verse One:
Hey yo, this is where I see me in this
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got your all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as crew spit
My spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips
And I ain't want to it there but fuck it we can bang
My Cali headbusters'll show you how to throw things
I'm too connected John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body out in Reno
I know the niggaz that sell weight, and niggaz stick the niggaz
that sell weight, close behind me like when you tailgate
I know you a snitch, I can see it in your
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on ride
You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a
Been since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder

Two: Nina B]
In your mind you can blame me but your mouth and name me
I'm runnin you out of you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to me I do you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin a Swisher like I a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
And sinnin in your division you it's all - good
Got on (Death Row) and it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared to come out
with five kids and all of 'em got took
It's in these niggaz face, but they just will not look
I'm tired, of the B.S. I'm cheatin {?} rejects
Even we make the best of what little respect, we get
This is the life, was given to me
A rich-ass bitch what I'm fittin to be
to Bangkok I'm beggin to be
And don't write, what I'm spittin but me
B

JT]
We 'bout to blow bitch
Niggaz work in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this
Niggaz hard in the game so they notice this, what
with it, poppin collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns
Put yo' up, catch you slippin dawg
That's how we do it now we 'bout to ball

Three]
For years niggaz sold me dreams got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey
Got Yo the burner's in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want, all them is probably ass
I take the long way, fuck the shortcut
Now we got sponsorships wrappin our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them shits is like
It coincidental in the hood we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk or get
Save your lil' craps homey, fuck it get
Was one at the top, but now I'm back at the
'em hate to spit with me cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay with a condom
I 31 flavors just like Baskin & Robbins
I'm here now, y'all to be stressed, scared to death
that you gonna be next, labels, promote the rejects
While artists is closest to sets
And niggaz duckin me because they owe me a check
I spit more heat, than a of chili, y'all niggaz know the deally
So turn the up and roll a Philly

[Verse JT]
Yeah, roll the Philly or Sweet
And I ain't while you niggaz just stand on your feet
Figgaro done walked in the building, it's to expand
Comin with hundreds of grands and hundreds of
You see this Black Wall Street is for the po' broke and
None of my on the corner never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne, coke packs Tony
Bricks and of weed half the city owe me
My too big, frontin out the homies
I ain't even trippin my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants stick together
Boys in tough makin noise forever, ahhhh

mayne, it's real shit nigga and we independent nigga
Fuck what'chu heard dawg, independent is where the money is at
Fuck all your major nigga, that's what it is
JT the Bigga Figga, B [fades out]